The moon and dream weaver, the music, dance and cafe . . .. . Oh such imageries!! SoundEagle is afraid that the poem has outshone the painting here, not to mention that the former is expansive and the latter closely cropped, even granted that the painter seems to be “tunneling” into the askew countenance of the subject. Well done!

A muse to cherish 🙂 She is good for you, as she reminds you to do a tango in your sleep. When reality and dream are woven, it makes the best of art. The poem gave me illusions of the red and black and brown of a smokey café; the painting of the beautiful woman has different colours, but it still is a good match.

Sounds like a fabulous idea Anne. Having read your response to Musa Inesperada and having briefly visited your site I have a glimmering of how this works. Please feel free to pick a painting. They appear in past posts and also on my Gallery page. I look forward to seeing what comes from this – cheers, John

She wore an emerald choker. In her world full of the dazzling, only she knew why she never took it off. It reminded her always of the color of envy. If she ever dared desire beyond admiration… surely desire would choke her to death in the end.